Classical Chinese describing homesickness

1. How about ancient poems about homesickness?

Five Poems of Tao Yuanming's Return to the Garden

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Few people do as the Romans do. Their nature is to love nature. I sneaked into the official career network and have been away from the game for more than ten years.

Birds in cages are often attached to the forests of the past, and fish in ponds yearn for the abyss of the past. I want to open up wasteland in Minamino and keep my humility to the fields.

The house is surrounded by about ten acres of land, thatched cottages. Willow trees cover the eaves, and peach trees cover Li Lieman in front of the hospital.

The neighboring village of the neighboring village is faintly visible, and there is smoke in the village. Several dogs barked in the alley, and the mulberry tree was barked by a rooster.

There is no dust and sundries in the yard, and the quiet room is comfortable and leisurely. Trapped in a cage without freedom for a long time, I finally returned to the forest today.

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When I was a teenager, I didn't cater to the secular nature. Nature loves mountains and rivers (life).

Thirteen years of patchwork.

Birds in cages are attached to the Woods where they lived, and fish in ponds miss the deep pools where they lived.

Go to Yuan Ye in the south to open up wasteland, stick to stupidity, and return to my hometown to live an idyllic life.

There are more than ten acres of land around the house, and there are eight or nine thatched houses.

Elms and willows cover the back eaves, and peach trees and plum trees stand in front of the hall.

Residential villages are faintly visible in the distance, and the smoke from the trees rises gently with the wind.

Dogs bark in deep alleys, and mulberry trees crow.

There are no worldly chores in the door, and there is plenty of free time in the empty room.

Trapped in a cage for a long time, now I can finally return to nature.

2. Ancient prose or sayings describing homesickness, the longer the better, more than three homesick works.

Tang buxie

People in northern Luzhou are definitely lost, but the letter from Yunnan has never been answered.

If you don't sweep the flowers in front of the court, you will climb the willow outside the door.

Selling silver candles after sitting for a long time will lose face.

Hanging in the autumn night, Wan Li shines on the mountains.

Nostalgia in winter

Tangzhouhe

The wilderness began to be strict and the sky was clear and cloudless.

Trees are cold and birds are rare, and monks are rare in the mountains.

Collect the snow from the back window of the sun and open the furnace to release the inkstone ice.

I suddenly returned to my old country and wanted to live in Xiling.

Yunmeng Ancient Town in Wang Qiu

Tang rongyu

The ruins of the old country are there, so I want to travel to the old place when I board the ship.

Once people change, thousands of years of water will flow in vain.

Dream Zhu Hongsheng night, Jingmen tree color autumn.

When the clouds don't disperse, I look at my homesickness.

Gu Xiang xing Hua

Donskontu

Send flowers and wine to celebrate the new opening, with flowers on the left and cups on the right.

Ask a cuttlefish and a glass of wine. How can an old friend be different?

Homesickness outside the river

Tangweizhuang

I am always outside. Every spring, I am alone in the country, sitting under a tree and drinking. The trees on the tree should also know my homesickness.

Seeing the setting sun on the river bank, it seems that my heart has been torn into pieces of willow leaves.

Look into the distance

Don

There are many mangrove temples on a mountain with sad winter scenery.

Zhong Xuan is full of homesick tears, and Zhang Shuidong flows like jade waves.

He Zhangzhi's Homecoming Book

Young people leave home, old people return, and the local accent has not changed.

Where do children come from when they meet strangers? help me

You come from my old country,

Tell me what happened there! .

It's plum. When you pass my window,

Is the cold plum in bloom?

(Wang Wei: "Miscellaneous Poems")

The sound outside the ridge is broken,

Winter goes and spring comes.

Now, near my village, meet people,

I dare not ask a question.

(Song Wenzhi, "Crossing the Han River")

We wound our way under the blue mountain,

Me and my boat, along the green water.

Until the river bank widens at low tide,

No wind blows my lonely sail.

... night now gives way to the ocean of the sun,

Jiang Chunren's old year.

I can finally send my messenger,

Geese, return to Luoyang.

(Wang Wan: a berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain)

Whose Yu Di flies in the dark,

Spring breeze scattered in Los Angeles.

In this serenade, I heard the sound of willows.

Who can't afford to be homesick?

(Li Bai: The Flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night)

A vagrant heard the drums heralding the battle,

A wild goose sings in autumn.

He knew that the dew tonight would be frost,

How bright the moonlight is at home! .

Oh, my brothers, lost and scattered,

What does life without you mean to me? .

But if something goes wrong with peacetime letters,

What can I expect during the war? .

(Du Fu: "Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night")

As a stranger in a foreign land,

Please think twice about your relatives during the festival.

Know where the brothers climb,

There is one person missing from the dogwood.

(Wang Wei: vacationing in the mountains reminds me of my brothers in Shandong)

Every winter to Sunday in Handan Post,

Knee-hugging lamp with shadow.

I want to sit at home late at night,

It should also be said that people who travel far away.

(Bai Juyi: "The Solstice of Winter in Handan" misses home at night)

When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.

But I looked home, and the twilight was getting thicker. The river is shrouded in mist, which brings people deep melancholy.

The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!

There is moonlight in front of the window. Could it have frosted? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.

Where is the township book? Geese, return to Luoyang.

A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan hasn't come home yet.

When * * * was cutting candles at the west window, it was raining late in the autumn pool.

Where is the home of Yunheng Qinling? The snow held the blue horse back.

3. Homesickness poems and poems; Poems and poems about homesickness

1, "Silent Night Thinking" Tang Libai

2, "Except Night Work" Tang Gaoshi

3, "Homecoming Book" Tang He Zhang Zhi

4. "A short message to a friend in the north on a rainy night" Don Li Shangyin

5. "Boating in Guazhou" An Shi of Wang Song

6. "Thinking of my Shandong brother on vacation in the mountains" Don Wang Wei

7. Tianjin Sha Qiu Si Ma Yuan Zhiyuan

8, "Rain" Tang Bai Juyi

9. "Cold Diner" Tang Lizhong

10, Qiu Si by the River Don Du Xunhe.

1 1, "seeing friends off on the southern river" Tang Zhang Qiao

12, "Homesickness" Tang Buxie

13, Nostalgia in Winter Tangzhouhe

14, the autumn view of Yunmeng Ancient Town, Tang Rongyu

15, apricot blossom in my hometown, map of Tang.

16, Homesickness Beyond the River by Tang Wei Zhuang.

Tangyuan Town, Roy 17

18, Three Villages Harmony Poems, Tanggaoqu

19, homesick hall Xue Tao

20. Tang Wangwan, "A berth under the North Fort Mountain"

4. The longer the ancient prose or saying describing homesickness, the better. More than three homesick poems, Tang Buxie and Rupert, have not returned yet.

If you don't sweep the flowers in front of the court, you will climb the willow outside the door. Selling silver candles after sitting for a long time will lose face.

Hanging in the autumn night, Wan Li shines on the mountains. In winter, Shan Ye is homesick, and the Tang, Zhou and Tian began to be neat, with high clouds and clear colors.

Trees are cold and birds are rare, and monks are rare in the mountains. Collect the snow from the back window of the sun and open the furnace to release the inkstone ice.

I suddenly returned to my old country and wanted to live in Xiling. Yunmeng Ancient Town visited the site of Ronghong's old country in the Tang Dynasty in autumn, and boarded a boat to visit the old place.

Once people change, thousands of years of water will flow in vain. Dream Zhu Hongsheng night, Jingmen tree color autumn.

When the clouds don't disperse, I look at my homesickness. My hometown Xinghua Tang intends to send flowers and wine to celebrate the opening of the new store, flowers on the left and teacups on the right.

Ask a cuttlefish and a glass of wine. How can an old friend be different? The river village outside homesickness is sad in a foreign land every spring, and Du Qu oriole knows it. Seeing the setting sun on the river bank, it seems that my heart has been torn into pieces of willow leaves.

Looking from a distance, Yuan Zhen in the Tang Dynasty is full of sad winter scenery and harmony, and there are many mangrove temples in one mountain. Zhong Xuan is full of homesick tears, and Zhang Shuidong flows like jade waves.

He's "The Return of the Native" is a young man who left home for the boss, and the local accent is not changed. Where do children come from when they meet strangers? You people from my old country, tell me what happened there, which is very helpful to me! .

When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming? (Wang Wei: "Miscellaneous Poems") Outside the ridge, winter returns to winter and spring returns to spring. The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home.

(Song Wenzhi, "Crossing the Han River") Green mountains and green waters, I will sail and do my own thing. Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail.

... the night now gives way to the ocean of the sun, and Jiang Chunren was in the old year. I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang.

(Wang Wan: "The next berth on Beibao Mountain") Whose flute flies in the dark, and the spring breeze fills the fir. In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick.

(Li Bai: "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night") Listening to the drums and the sound of autumn geese in the wanderer. The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!

Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death. Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop.

(Du Fu: "Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night") Being a stranger alone in a foreign land, I miss my family more often during the festive season. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.

(Wang Wei: "I think of my brothers in Shandong on vacation in the mountains") Every winter solstice, I tuck my knees in front of the lamp and accompany them. If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers.

(Bai Juyi: "I miss home at night on the winter solstice in Handan") When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world. But I looked home, and the twilight was getting thicker. The river is shrouded in mist, which brings people deep melancholy.

The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright! There is moonlight in front of the window. Could it have frosted? .

I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. Where is the township book? Geese, return to Luoyang.

A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan hasn't come home yet. When * * * was cutting candles at the west window, it was raining late in the autumn pool.

Where is the home of Yunheng Qinling? The heavy snow hindered the horse's progress.

5. The book of songs, an ancient poem describing homesickness? Dongshan "I'm in Dongshan, no return. I'm from the east, and it's raining. "

I went home east, and Lucy was sad. Make a dress, not a medal.

The man who flies has a candle, so he breaks the mulberry field and leaves the car alone. I'm in Dongshan and I'm not coming back.

I'm from the east. It rains when it rains. If the fruit wins, it will also apply to Yu Yu.

Evie is in the room, but she is at home. Town deer farm, bright, not terrible? Ekhuaiye! I'm in Dongshan, but I can't come back.

I'm from the east. It rains when it rains. Storks sing on the shore and women sigh in the room.

Sweep the dome and suffocate it. I'll get it. There is a bitter gourd. I have never seen myself in the salary of chestnuts. In these three years.

I'm in Dongshan and I'm not coming back. I'm from the east. It rains when it rains.

Cang Geng flies, shining with feathers. When his son came back, the emperor refuted his horse.

If you tie the knot yourself, your manners will be 90. Its new Confucius family, its old? My family lived in the Eastern Han Dynasty. Liu Xijun married me, relying on Wu Sun, the foreign king.

The vault is the room, the felt is the wall, the meat is the food, and the cheese is the pulp. I often feel homesick and sad. I would like to go back to my hometown for the sake of oriole.

Cai Yan, a sorrowful poem, lost power in the season, and Dong Zhuo was in chaos. If you want to usurp the throne, you must first harm the virtuous.

Forced to move to the old state to help the Lord strengthen himself. Xingyi division wants to * * for bad luck at home.

Excellent people come from the east and shine in the sun. The local people are very fragile, and all the soldiers are Hu Qiangren.

Hunting wild cities and besieging cities, I know what I want to break. There is nothing left, and the remains support each other.

A horse hangs a man's head, and a horse carries a woman behind it. Driving west to enter the customs, the road is dangerous and blocked.

I still care. My liver and spleen are rotten. There are several tens of thousands, and gathering is not allowed.

Still flesh and blood, afraid to speak. When you are depressed for a few minutes, you need to talk about your shortcomings.

If you want to be a pavilion blade, I can't live with you. How dare you spare your life? You can't stand being scolded.

Or add pestle, poison and pain are combined into one. The study is sad and the night is sad.

You can't have it if you want to die, and you can't have it if you want to live. It is a misfortune for people with pale faces.

Bianhuang is different from China, who is vulgar and unreasonable. There is a lot of frost and snow in the place, and Hu Feng starts in spring and summer.

Blow my clothes gently and let them sink into my ears. I miss my parents when I feel it, and lament the infinite.

It's always nice to hear that there are guests from outside. Welcome to ask about him. You need to reply to the village.

I hope that when I meet you, my flesh and blood will meet me. If you have to forgive yourself, you should abandon your son.

Heaven binds people's hearts, and it is too late to say goodbye. Life and death are always good, and we can't bear to say goodbye to them.

Hold my neck in front of my son and ask my mother what she wants. When people say that their mother should go, there is no time to return.

My mother has always been kind, so today is even more unkind. I am not an adult, so I don't care.

Seeing this collapse in five days, I was in a trance and crazy. Crying and touching, when you reply to doubts.

At the same time, they bid farewell to each other. I long for my return, and sad tears have destroyed the cracks.

A horse hesitated, but a car refused to turn. The audience was booed and sobbed as they walked.

To break the relationship and sign for the future. This is 3,000 miles long. When shall we meet again?

Read me out of my stomach and my heart will destroy me. Not only for the family, but also for China and foreign countries.

The city wall is a mountain forest, and the yard is full of Ai Jing. If you don't know whose bone it is, don't cover it vertically and horizontally.

When no one goes out, the jackal barks. Embrace the lonely scene, and you will lose your liver and lungs.

Looking at the distance, the soul suddenly flew. After the election, others will be lenient.

In order to recover, there is no need to say it. Entrust your life to a new person and try your best to encourage yourself.

Being stingy, I am often afraid of donating again. The geometry of life, you worry all the year round.

The fifteenth army recruited Tang and the fifteenth army, and it took 80 years to return to China. Everyone in the village, who is at home? Looking into the distance is your home, with countless pines and cypresses.

Rabbits enter from the dog's sinus and pheasants fly from the beam. In the atrium, Green Valley was born, and in the well, Lv Kui was born.

Eat grains as rice and drink sunflower as soup. The soup and rice have been cooked for a while, and I don't know who it will be.

Going out and looking east, tears fell on my clothes. Seven sorrows. Secondly, Wang Neng is not my hometown, so what's the use of long-term stagnation? The ark belongs to the river, and I am worried at sunset.

The mountains are not just a shadow, but the rocks are more blurred. The fox rushed to the cave and the bird flew to the forest.

The waves are ringing and monkeys are singing on the shore. The wind blows the robe, and the dew touches the skirt.

I couldn't sleep all night, so I took my clothes and played the piano. Sitong touched people's hearts and gave me a mournful cry.

The journey is endless, and it is difficult to have concerns. Farewell to Zhou Shangshu, Yu Xin, Wan Li Road, Yangguan, Southern and Northern Dynasties. No one came back, but the geese and Qiu Lai by the river flew south.

Xue Daoheng has only been in spring for seven days, and I have been away from home for two years. The day of returning home is behind the bird's return to the earth, but the idea of returning home has existed before the spring flowers bloom.

"Biography of Qinsi in Wei River" Cen Can Wei River flows eastward, and when it reaches Ji Zhou, it sends two lines of tears to its hometown. Shen Quanqi's Miscellaneous Poems, facing Huanglong City, our army was sent out a long time ago. The girls here looked at the same melancholy moon, which lit up our warriors in China.

* * * This spring, their brave husband's last night. In a big attack, Huanglong City was captured with flags and drums.

"Climbing the Xiaoyao Building" Song Wenzhi looked at Xiangguan upstairs, with clear water and clear clouds, and went to Hengyang for two thousand miles in the north. Goose has no reason to return the book. "Wei Shui homesick" Meng Jiao visited Qianlixin alone and returned to Qianlihe.

Home in Wu Chu township, tears send Δ xi ā? Br> Tubo Bieguan, on a moonlit night, Luwen is poor and barren, and you should also take a look at Beitang. Turn around and lie in the dark, unable to bear to see the round light.

Ouyang Xiu, Suyun's dream house, is dizzy when he comes, and private books are inseparable from dreams. After the dream, I opened the window to look, only to see the leaves of tung trees withered and the lotus flowers by the pool withered. It was autumn all night, but I slept in my dream, but turned a deaf ear.

Deng Guazhou Wang Anshi Jingkou Guazhou Yishui, Zhongshan is only separated by several mountains. The gentle spring breeze turns green again, but, moon in the sky, when can you take me home? "To Wu" Wang Bu and the night are still young, and the river is scattered and cool; Seeing that he has become a homeless person, he is still telling everyone about his hometown.

"Sleepover" Yuan Kai knows the length of the river by one leaf, and the way home is even more boundless. The new goose rains at night, and pedestrians are constantly intestines.

Ten years' footprint in Jiangxing Jincheng is uncertain, especially when people ask about their hometown. Don't let Huang Jingren's mother go to Heliang and worry about her tears for nothing.

This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time. But seeing death on the battlefield, who will pity the lonely people?

Chen Ziang's "Experience the Third" Hu Qiang endless days, when will he come back from the war? Gao Shi's "Five Poems of Jimen" Oh, when will the Tatar army be conquered? My husband will come back from a long battle! .

Li Bai's new pipa dance in Midnight Wu Ge always stays behind the mountain. I can't listen to endless worries, and the high autumn moon shines on the Great Wall.

Wang Changling's "Join the Army" belongs to Yue Feng, and the moon outside the city is like frost. I don't know where to play the flute, and I want to find a man to look forward to my hometown overnight. Li Yi's "Listening to the Flute in the Surrender City" has a long way to go at the eastern end of the old country, and his sleeves are full of tears.

I'll meet you immediately, without paper and pen. Please tell my family that I'm safe. Cen Can's book "Welcome to the Capital" claims to be quite outstanding, which represents Yao, Shun and Chun.

Du Fu's "Twenty Rhymes for Wei Zuocheng Zhang Twenty-two" interprets the sword and travels west to Chang 'an. Look up at the gate of the courtyard, and the day will go.

Gao Shi's "Don't Wei Join the Army" laughs at the sky. Are our generation Artemisia people? Li Bai's children went to Beijing from Nanling. Could there have been frost on the bright line at the foot of my bed? .

I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. August is longer, and people who are worried often get up early.

Nothing happens behind closed doors, and autumn grass grows in the courtyard. I dreamed in the west window last night.

6. Poems describing homesickness. You people from my old country, tell me what happened there! .

When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming? (Wang Wei: Miscellaneous Poems) 2. Teenagers leave home, old people return, and the local accent does not change. Where do children come from when they meet strangers? (He: Homecoming Letter) 3. Yin Shu beyond the ridge, winter goes and spring comes.

The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home. (Song Wenzhi's Crossing the Han River) 4. Under the blue mountain, my boat and I meandered along the green water.

Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail. ... the night now gives way to the ocean of the sun, and Jiang Chunren was in the old year.

I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang. (Wang Wan: a berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain) 5. It's only seven days in spring and two years away from home.

The day of returning home is behind the bird's return to the earth, but the idea of returning home has existed before the spring flowers bloom. (Xue Daoheng: Everyday Homecoming). The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? .

I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. (Li Bai: Silent Night Thinking) 7. The sound of the darkness of the flute flying into the spring wind filled Los Angeles.

In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick. (Li Bai: "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night") 8. In the guest house and Bingzhou, it is already ten first frost, and I miss Xianyang day and night.

For no reason, I crossed the mulberry river, but I hope that Bing is my hometown. (Liu Zao: "Traveling North") 9. Wanderers listen to drums and autumn geese sing.

The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright! Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death.

Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop. (Du Fu: Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night) 10. In the morning, I began to recruit priests and visit my hometown.

(Wen, "Going to the Good") 1 1. Wanderers listen to drums and autumn geese sing. The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!

Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death. Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop.

(Du Fu: Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night) 12. Seeing the autumn wind in Luoyang, I want a writer to write a book. When the letter is written, I am worried that I have not finished what I want to say; When the messenger started, he opened the envelope and gave it to him.

(Zhang Ji: "Qiu Si") 13. A lonely stranger in a strange land I am cast, I miss my family all the more on every festive day. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.

(Wang Wei: "Thinking of Shandong Brothers on Vacation in the Mountain") 14. Every winter, on the solstice in Handan, there is a lamp holding my knees with me. If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers.

(Bai Juyi: "I miss my family at night on the winter solstice in Handan").

7. Ancient poems expressing homesickness 1. I have been there, Liu Yiyi; Today, I think it's raining heavily-The Book of Songs. Xiaoya. Pick Wei.

2. Elegy can be wept, but it can be returned to China far away-Elegy, a folk song of Han Yuefu

3. Humayu follows the north wind and crosses the south branch of the Bird's Nest —— Nineteen Ancient Poems by Han.

4. Now, approaching my village and meeting people, I dare not ask a question-Tang Song Wen Zhi's Crossing the Han River.

You people from my old country, tell me what happened there! It's plum blossom. When you walk past my window, Han Mei is in full bloom. -Wei's Three Miscellaneous Poems.

Poems expressing homesickness;

1, Baishui Man Chun pond, where geese travel every time. -Shen Yue's Wild Goose in the Lake

2, the bald head is too stupid, and it is evil. -Song Qi's "Nine Kaya Hioki Wine"

3, there are mountains under the white sky, and there is no homesickness in Qingming. -Gao Qi's Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival

4, a hundred knots can not be opened, this life is a foreign land. -Qiu Jin's "Nine Days Feeling Fu"

5. See apricot flowers in the northbound, cut the ice, lightly fold it several times, and evenly inject fertilizer. -Evonne's "See Apricot Flowers and Cut Ice in the Northbound Banquet Pavilion"

6. Don't write or sew in the future. -Jiang Kui "Walking on the Shahe River from the East"

7. Endless eyes are green, a season of sadness. -Zhang Shi Zhou Slow Cold Water

8, melancholy from Wan Li, suddenly surprised. -Zhang Yan's "Jie Lianhuan Lone Goose"

The spring breeze blew out the dream of my hometown overnight and brought it to Los Angeles. -Wu's "Chun Xing"

10, from then on, the dream traveled thousands of miles, and Yueyang Tower was built every night. -Mrs. Xu Junbao's "Man Ting Han Fang Shang Shengshi"

1 1, coming home should be childish to laugh at me. -Wu Ji's "Maodian can't sleep on a cold night"

12, boarding the plane to see me off, it's late autumn in my hometown and the weather is early. -Wang Anshi's "Gui Zhi Xiang Landing"

13, the child was surprised to see that, but asked where his hometown was. -Yin Dragon Boat Festival in the same state

14, Jiangnan in February is full of flowers, and the cold food in other places is far from sad. -Meng Yunqing's Cold Food

15, bonfire Christmas Eve, dreaming of the mountains in my hometown. -Choi Woo-shik's "Jiange, Shuidiao"

8. Poems describing homesickness. You people from my old country, tell me what happened there! .

When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming? (Wang Wei: Miscellaneous Poems) 2. Teenagers leave home, old people return, and the local accent does not change. Where do children come from when they meet strangers? (He: Homecoming Letter) 3. Yin Shu beyond the ridge, winter goes and spring comes.

The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home. (Song Wenzhi's Crossing the Han River) 4. Under the blue mountain, my boat and I meandered along the green water.

Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail. ... the night now gives way to the ocean of the sun, and Jiang Chunren was in the old year.

I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang. (Wang Wan: a berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain) 5. It's only seven days in spring and two years away from home.

The day of returning home is behind the bird's return to the earth, but the idea of returning home has existed before the spring flowers bloom. (Xue Daoheng: Everyday Homecoming). The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? .

I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. (Li Bai: Silent Night Thinking) 7. The sound of the darkness of the flute flying into the spring wind filled Los Angeles.

In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick. (Li Bai: "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night") 8. In the guest house and Bingzhou, it is already ten first frost, and I miss Xianyang day and night.

For no reason, I crossed the mulberry river, but I hope that Bing is my hometown. (Liu Zao: "Traveling North") 9. Wanderers listen to drums and autumn geese sing.

The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright! Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death.

Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop. (Du Fu: Remembering brothers on a moonlit night).